"Just like that?" he suddenly uttered, causing me to freeze. "After that hardcore f**k—tied me up, blindfolded me and s**t—you’re going to disappear again? Like the last time?"
Then light spread across the room.
I panicked. He might see my face.
I felt the bed dip behind me. His hand brushed my hair to the side, exposing my shoulder but blanketing it with a warm kiss.
Gasping for air from the sensation, I looked the other way.
"You’re expecting me to stay?" I breathlessly asked.
"Why not?" He kissed the crook of my neck as his hand reached for my right breast, giving it a squeeze as if he had no idea how worn out my body was from his "animalistic" kind of touch.
"As far as I know, 'the' Johnny Miles never sleeps with any of his women. One f**k, and then done. Where’s that Johnny-Joh
